I HAVE been in love, and in debt, and in drink, This many and many a year! And those three are plagues enough, any should think, For one poor mortal to bear! 'Twas drink made me fall into love; And love made me run into debt! And though I have struggled, and struggled and strove, I cannot get out of them yet! There's nothing but money can cure me, And rid me of all my pain; 'Twill pay all my debts, And remove all my lets! And my mistress that cannot endure me, Will love me and love me again! Then I'll fall to loving and drinking again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG FOR A LITTLE HOUSE by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY THE OTHER WORLD by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE AT ONE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE ON A LETTER: 1 by MATHILDE BLIND THE AUTHOR'S LAST WORDS TO HIS STUDENTS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN REMEMBRANCE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE MAN OF THE MARNE by BLISS CARMAN SEVEN SONNETS ON THE THOUGHT OF DEATH: 1 by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |